Week 13 Story: Alice Gets a Drink
A woman in her early twenties walked into the bar with holes in her tights and brown dirty stains on her blue dress. Her blonde hair was tied back in a neat ribbon, but looked like it hadn’t been brushed in several days. Irish Pub, Source “One Mad Hatter on the rocks, please.” The woman climbed onto the tall barstool, her legs dangling off of it. After receiving her drink she played with the straw for a few minutes, not taking a single sip. "Hey kid, you doing alright?" The young bartender approached her with a kind smile on his face. The woman stopped messing with her straw and looked up at him with tired eyes. “I’ve been better. Had kinda a long day,” she replied. She took a long sip of her drink and finished the whole thing in one gulp. “You’re not the first to tell me that. What’s your name?” The bartender seemed genuinely interested in what this mysterious woman had to say. “Alice. And there’s no way you’d believe the day I had. It was mad.” She reste...